1. Our neighbor does not know, nor is she aware,
That blame only makes matters worse.

2. She rushed to blame you, unforgiving,
When the greatest excuse was clear to you.

3. She shunned Egypt, though not far,
A land where Abu Nasr may settle.

4. I had hoped, through you, to attain comfort,
An alternative, if I wished, to Egypt.

5. While kings compete for
Beautiful women and wine bearers,

6. And storytellers whose anecdotes
Are scarce to me and lacking splendor.

7. I do hope, O Khasib, that eternal
Prosperity comes by your hand.

8. Just as you are an excellent market for those
Whose poetry trade is obstructed.

9. You stand out on the day of their race,
For the steed runs according to its pedigree.

10. The Caliph knew his blessing
Had settled in the abode of fragrant publishing.

11. When one like you takes charge of affairs,
Resolute and unifying commands, it suffices.

12. So unsheathe your sword and dispel
The gloom that has come over my country, and have my gratitude.